the complete poetical works-第21节
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Vict。 Ask me not now； my dearest Preciosa。
Let me forget we ever have been parted！
Prec。 Hadst thou not come
Vict。 I pray thee； do not chide me！
Prec。 I should have perished here among these Gypsies。
Vict。 Forgive me； sweet！ for what I made thee suffer。
Think'st thou this heart could feel a moment's joy；
Thou being absent？ O； believe it not！
Indeed； since that sad hour I have not slept；
For thinking of the wrong I did to thee
Dost thou forgive me？ Say； wilt thou forgive me？
Prec。 I have forgiven thee。 Ere those words of anger
Were in the book of Heaven writ down against thee；
I had forgiven thee。
Vict。 I'm the veriest fool
That walks the earth； to have believed thee false。
It was the Count of Lara
Prec。 That bad man
Has worked me harm enough。 Hast thou not heard
Vict。 I have heard all。 And yet speak on； speak on！
Let me but hear thy voice； and I am happy；
For every tone； like some sweet incantation；
Calls up the buried past to plead for me。
Speak； my beloved； speak into my heart；
Whatever fills and agitates thine own。
（They walk aside。）
Hyp。 All gentle quarrels in the pastoral poets；
All passionate love scenes in the best romances；
All chaste embraces on the public stage；
All soft adventures； which the liberal stars
Have winked at； as the natural course of things；
Have been surpassed here by my friend； the student；
And this sweet Gypsy lass； fair Preciosa！
Prec。 Senor Hypolito！ I kiss your hand。
Pray； shall I tell your fortune？
Hyp。 Not to…night；
For； should you treat me as you did Victorian；
And send me back to marry maids forlorn；
My wedding day would last from now till Christmas。
Chispa （within）。 What ho！ the Gypsies； ho！ Beltran Cruzado！
Halloo！ halloo！ halloo！ halloo！
（Enters booted； with a whip and lantern。
Vict。 What now
Why such a fearful din？ Hast thou been robbed？
Chispa。 Ay； robbed and murdered； and good evening to you；
My worthy masters。
Vict。 Speak ； what brings thee here？
CHISPA （to PRECIOSA）。
Good news from Court； good news！ Beltran Cruzado；
The Count of the Cales； is not your father；
But your true father has returned to Spain
Laden with wealth。 You are no more a Gypsy。
Vict。 Strange as a Moorish tale！
Chispa。 And we have all
Been drinking at the tavern to your health；
As wells drink in November； when it rains。
Vict。 Where is the gentlemen？
Chispa。 As the old song says；
His body is in Segovia；
His soul is in Madrid；
Prec。 Is this a dream？ O； if it be a dream；
Let me sleep on； and do not wake me yet！
Repeat thy story！ Say I'm not deceived！
Say that I do not dream！ I am awake；
This is the Gypsy camp； this is Victorian；
And this his friend； Hypolito！ Speak！ speak！
Let me not wake and find it all a dream！
Vict。 It is a dream； sweet child！ a waking dream；
A blissful certainty； a vision bright
Of that rare happiness； which even on earth
Heaven gives to those it loves。 Now art thou rich；
As thou wast ever beautiful and good；
And I am now the beggar。
Prec。 （giving him her hand）。 I have still
A hand to give。
Chispa （aside）。 And I have two to take。
I've heard my grandmother say； that Heaven gives almonds
To those who have no teeth。 That's nuts to crack；
I've teeth to spare； but where shall I find almonds？
Vict。 What more of this strange story？
Chispa。 Nothing more。
Your friend； Don Carlos； is now at the village
Showing to Pedro Crespo； the Alcalde；
The proofs of what I tell you。 The old hag；
Who stole you in your childhood； has confessed；
And probably they'll hang her for the crime；
To make the celebration more complete。
Vict。 No； let it be a day of general joy；
Fortune comes well to all； that comes not late。
Now let us join Don Carlos。
Hyp。 So farewell；
The student's wandering life！ Sweet serenades；
Sung under ladies' windows in the night；
And all that makes vacation beautiful！
To you； ye cloistered shades of Alcala；
To you； ye radiant visions of romance；
Written in books； but here surpassed by truth；
The Bachelor Hypolito returns；
And leaves the Gypsy with the Spanish Student。
SCENE VI。 A pass in the Guadarrama mountains。 Early morning。
A muleteer crosses the stage； sitting sideways on his mule and
lighting a paper cigar with flint and steel。
SONG。
If thou art sleeping； maiden；
Awake and open thy door；
'T is the break of day； and we must away；
O'er meadow； and mount； and moor。
Wait not to find thy slippers；
But come with thy naked feet；
We shall have to pass through the dewy grass；
And waters wide and fleet。
（Disappears down the pass。 Enter a Monk。 A shepherd appears on
the rocks above。）
Monk。 Ave Maria； gratia plena。 Ola！ good man！
Shep。 Ola！
Monk。 Is this the road to Segovia？
Shep。 It is； your reverence。
Monk。 How far is it？
Shep。 I do not know。
Monk。 What is that yonder in the valley？
Shep。 San Ildefonso。
Monk。 A long way to breakfast。
Shep。 Ay； marry。
Monk。 Are there robbers in these mountains？
Shep。 Yes； and worse than that。
Monk。 What？
Shep。 Wolves。
Monk。 Santa Maria！ Come with me to San Ildefonso； and thou
shalt be well rewarded。
Shep。 What wilt thou give me？
Monk。 An Agnus Dei and my benediction。
（They disappear。 A mounted Contrabandista passes； wrapped in his
cloak； and a gun at his saddle…bow。 He goes down the pass
singing。）
SONG。
Worn with speed is my good steed；
And I march me hurried； worried；
Onward； caballito mio；
With the white star in thy forehead！
Onward； for here comes the Ronda；
And I hear their rifles crack！
Ay； jaleo！ Ay； ay； jaleo！
Ay； jaleo！ They cross our track。
（Song dies away。 Enter PRECIOSA； on horseback； attended by
VICTORIAN； HYPOLITO； DON CARLOS； and CHISPA； on foot； and armed。）
Vict。 This is the highest point。 Here let us rest。
See； Preciosa； see how all about us
Kneeling； like hooded friars； the misty mountains
Receive the benediction of the sun！
O glorious sight！
Prec。 Most beautiful indeed！
Hyp。 Most wonderful！
Vict。 And in the vale below；
Where yonder steeples flash like lifted halberds；
San Ildefonso； from its noisy belfries；
Sends up a salutation to the morn；
As if an army smote their brazen shields；
And shouted victory！
Prec。 And which way lies Segovia？
Vict。 At a great distance yonder。
Dost thou not see it？
Prec。 No。 I do not see it。
Vict。 The merest flaw that dents the horizon's edge。
There； yonder！
Hyp。 'T is a notable old town；
Boasting an ancient Roman aqueduct；
And an Alcazar； builded by the Moors；
Wherein； you may remember； poor Gil Blas
Was fed on Pan del Rey。 O； many a time
Out of its grated windows have I looked
Hundreds of feet plumb down to the Eresma；
That； like a serpent through the valley creeping；
Glides at its foot。
Prec。 O yes！ I see it now；
Yet rather with my heart than with mine eyes；
So faint it is。 And all my thoughts sail thither；
Freighted with prayers and hopes； and forward urged
Against all stress of accident； as in
The Eastern Tale； against the wind and tide
Great ships were drawn to the Magnetic Mountains；
And there were wrecked； and perished in the sea！
（She weeps。）
Vict。 O gentle spirit！ Thou didst bear unmoved
Blasts of adversity and frosts of fate！
But the first ray of sunshine that falls on thee
Melts thee to tears！ O； let thy weary heart
Lean upon mine！ and it shall faint no more；
Nor thirst； nor hunger； but be comforted
And filled with my affection。
Prec。 Stay no longer！
My father waits。 Methinks I see him there；
Now looking from the window； and now watching
Each sound of wheels or footfall in the street；
And saying； 〃Hark！ she comes！〃 O father！ father！
（They descend the pass。 CHISPA remains behind。）
Chispa。 I have a father； too； but he is a dead one。 Alas and
alack…a…day。 Poor was I born； and poor do I remain。 I neither
win nor lose。 Thus I was； through the world； half the time on
foot； and the other half walking； and always as merry as a
thunder…storm in the night。 And so we plough along； as the fly
said to the ox。 Who knows what may happen？ Patience； and
shuffle the cards！ I am not yet so bald that you can see my
brains； and perhaps； after all； I shall some day go to Rome； and
come back Saint Peter。 Benedicite！
＇Exit。
（A pause。 Then enter B
